The Bus Stop

I was on my way to school this afternoon, lugging my extremely heavy and extremely thick and extremely huge Molecular Biology of the Cell textbook, striding down the pavement to the bus stop to take the bus to school. The bus was nowhere in sight, so I shuffled impatiently from foot to foot, shifted my textbook from my right arm to the left and back again (it's really heavy!) and I was drifting off and woolgathering when suddenly a masculine voice broke through my train of thoughts.

"Excuse me, are you going to NUS?"

Perhaps the horrifyingly thick textbook I was hugging screamed "NUS student". I turned around and was met with the sight of a casually dressed guy who looked to be around my age. I nodded and answered in the affirmative.

"Do you know which bus to take that would get me the closest to PGP?"

Ahh, I see. Well, there aren't any public buses that go to PGP itself, so I started to explain to him that it would be better to take a bus to the Science faculty then hop onto a NUS shuttle bus which would bring him straight to PGP. Then he asked approximately how many stops would it be to the Science faculty. So I told him that I'm going there as well and that he could just follow me. He agreed and just then bus 198 came and we boarded it.

"So, are you an NUS student?"

"Well, no, actually I'm meeting a friend..."

And that broke the ice and we proceeded to chat the entire way to school. Making new friends, I find, is always a most enjoyable experience :)

The temporary crack in my facade

So it's now 1.22am and I'm not asleep even though I'm supposed to go to school to study for my exams tomorrow (well, technically, today). And oh gosh, I think this is going to be one of those really rare angsty post when I feel like screaming my lungs out, hurl something or just break down and cry. Oh gosh, I'm even admitting that I feel like crying. My pride has all shriveled up and my facade cracked. Well just for now... Just this tiny little moment...

Life is getting a tad bit too overwhelming right now with a plethora (yes, plethora) of problems that plague me so. Oh woe to me (sarcastically)! Why is that when misfortune strikes, it comes in the hordes? A series of unfortunate events may be an apt enough description, but perhaps not precisely unfortunate. It is too mild a word to describe the plethora of problems, because everything appears to be just so freaking screwed up right now.

*takes a deep breath*

All right. I think I've calmed down enough. I'm strong enough to handle all of this, after all my name isn't "Valerie" for nothing. Herein concludes my rant. And come to think of it, it sounds rather like a childish, angsty, brooding adolescent. *grimace*

If music be the food of love, play on

"A third guest approached her, crisp as day. Music, He was called. He meandered through the lifeless, faceless characters, like a fallen leaf on a mountain stream, finally pausing gently before tipping all His richness into Tiffany's heart."
-Talz
"Tiffany and the Flutist: Of Flutes and Roses"

And that was shamelessly borrowed from a story written by one of my dearest friends, Talz. And indeed did music brighten up my day (or shall I say, night) and tipped his richness into my heart. I am so HAPPY! All because I heard Jon McLaughlin's "So Close".

I don't know why, but that song just has that effect on me. From the first soft tinkling of the chimes, joined by the piano to the moment where the strings float gently in. Jon McLaughlin has a really smooth and velvety voice that just makes you wanna MELT when he starts singing.

And the scene in "Enchanted" where he sang the song didn't help either! It was a BALL! Period ball with gowns and tail coats and cravats and WALTZES.

I can't help myself. I just had to grab dear Russell (one of my teddy bears) and twirl around the room with him as I sing along. Ohhh, my heart...

All right, I have returned to Earth. Another paper tomorrow D: Study study study!

An eye-opening experience

Indeed, that would be one of the most apt phrases to describe the happenings of today, the details of which I shall not disclose to you, my dear readers, for it truly is too crude to be written here.

As any ordinary day (with no school), I awoke in bed at a rather unearthly hour of 12.30pm (Ahem, I slept really late). And after performing my morning, or rather afternoon, ablutions, I left for school. I’d planned to meet Muffin at the School of Computing to study for our final exams, and I was most certainly late. After indulging in the most delicious yong tau foo from the Arts canteen, I dashed off to COM1 to find Muffin, who was seated at a bench outside the Computing Club Room. Naturally, many of her computing friends were around, and I was feeling a bit awkward cos well, I’m not from computing. I’m a Life Science student! But they were all friendly. I remember as we were studying, one of her friends, Chris, came and sat down on the bench with us and started talking to her. Soon, I began to join in the conversation as well. And oh my heavens. The things that we conversed about!! Yep, that’s the waaay-too-crude part. It blows my mind. The fact that we were able to converse like that, having just been acquainted to each other for a mere couple of minutes.

The next astonishing thing that happened in the day was during dinner time. At about 7pm or so, Muffin and I left for dinner with 3 of her friends, Steve, Chris and Gareth. We hadn’t yet decided on a place to eat and were talking as we walked to the carpark. Yes, carpark. Gareth was gonna drive us to our destination for dinner. It was mind-boggling, because eventually we decided to have dinner at Science canteen. So yes, we drove (or rather Gareth drove) from Computing to Science.

Apparently, this is a normal and rather common occurrence for Muffin and friends. But it is mind-boggling to me. Because none of my friends drive. So I’ve never travelled within the campus in car before. Yes I have travelled INTO the campus and OUT of the campus in cars before, but not WITHIN. Besides, there’s the NUS shuttle buses, which admittedly isn’t exactly very frequent now that it’s the Reading Week (or is it still?). But still, wow. Like wow. It was a novel experience. Call me childish or whatever if you will, but it is rather cool to drive around in campus! And definitely less time-consuming as compared to waiting for the buses.

Tagboard

Look! I've got a new tagboard! And it's all thanks to my dearest Muffin who helped me fixed the dimensions of it. I got the cbox last night (or rather in the wee hours of yesterday morning) and when I pasted it into my template, it was too fat and wouldn't fit properly into the side bar. So after fussing around with the HTML codes for a very long time (I slept at 5am!!), I eventually gave up and decided to consult my dearest Muffin, who also happens to be a Computing student :D

So here we are, with a nice, fitting cbox and a cursive blog title.

I am happy.

Comeback

Well, after months and months of near abandonment, I've decided to return to the world of blogging. Honestly, I don't think anyone even visits this derelict little thing anymore. But anyhow, here goes...

It is now an unearthly hour of 3.14am. I fear I've become quite nocturnal. My final exams begin this coming Saturday and all I can think of are the things that I wanna do post-exam. Life has been... stretching. Yes, I believe that's the word. I certainly do feel stretched, but I shan't launch into a miserable tirade of just how stretching it has been. Anyway, it is getting late (or rather, horrifying early). Thus herein shall mark the end of my first post, in a very long time.

Au revoir.

And bonne nuit *smiles*